Yo heres another Camp Camp fanfic cuz why the fuck not? Set in like a post-apocalyptic world with like war n shit. Idk, I've had this idea for ages and I'm finally gonna start posting it. Character's will be aged up/down wherever I see fit. Enjoy and review (please)!

"How many?"

"Eight. Again…"

David grumbled as he stuffed the cans into his satchel, rolling his eyes in annoyance. The room was still cluttered with dust and rubble, as well as the odd smear of dried blood across the walls and floor. Despite it being daytime the curtains and remained closed no matter what. It was a rule.

A queen sized bed was in the room's centre with a wooden closet and a bedside table keeping it company, not to mention the shattered, mini chandelier dangling loosely from the ceiling. The man licked his lips as he continued filling the satchel with whatever he assumed they would need, making sure not to cut himself on any more bits of glass or wood. He shivered, the warmth of his stolen hoodie clearly testing his limits. At least his jeans were keeping up to good standard, minus a couple rips, that is.

The brunet watched him quietly from the corner, leaning carefully against a nearby wall. Her gaze was half lidded and stern, as if she were contemplating something, or just very tired. Or both. Her hair was tied back in a messy, rushed ponytail that was loosening by the second– she didn't care, though. The idea of being concerned from her appearance was long gone, considering the duo's circumstances. She was clad in a dark green button up shirt and a pair of maroon shorts that were covered in different belts and makeshift contraptions containing god-knows-what.

She stared blankly down at her feet as she watched the blood from a fresh, unknown cut run down her leg and into her white sock, the red fluid absorbing in the fabric, before disappearing inside her sneaker. She rolled her eyes.

Casually her eyes locked with David's, before turning to examine the closed door on the other side of the bedroom. David proceeded to search for supplies as the female strolled over to the side of the closet and picked up machete knife, holding it tightly in her grip as she approached the door silently.

"You'll know if I need backup."

"When do you ever need backup?" David chuckled lightly, not looking up from his satchel.

Smirking, she held her ear against the door as her spare hand found its way around the door knob. The door was quick to clumsily thump open as Gwen leapt out and into an aggressive battle stance, the deadly blade stretched outwards and ready to cut anything in its path.

But no.

No one was there.

No one, apart from the horrified teenager catching his breath as he sat stumbled across the floor. The redhead held his hand to his chest as he panted heavily, the sheer fear in his eyes catching Gwen off guard. Despite the realisation, she didn't lower her weapon, only choosing to stare down at the boy with as much dominance and intimidation as she could force out.

"If you're here to force us into the Military then fuck off." She spoke sternly, ignoring the fact that the boy had yet to process process what was going on.

He swallowed thickly as his eyes flickered up and down the new human. "P-Please don't hurt me…! We're o-only looking for f-food!"

Gwen inhaled deeply as her eyes fooled once more, not really in the mood for anything. She relaxed visibly and stuffed the knife harshly into one of the sheaths around her waist. "Okay, kid, here's the deal. You can crash here as long as you listen and follow my orders. I know more shit than you and I wouldn't wanna try to prove me wrong." She paused. "You said "we"?"

"We? Oh! Yes, hang on." He cupped his hands around his mouth as he sat up properly and projected his voice in the direction of a corridor leading deeper into the house. "MAX!"

The sound of rapid footsteps came to an abrupt halt as another boy dashed into the landing area, clearly expecting trouble. Just looking at him, Gwen could tell that he was considerably shorter than the paler boy. He had dark hair that was tied back in a poor excuse for a messy bun, making him look quite feminine, despite his apparent boyish figure. He was sporting a pair of scuffed sneakers, skinny jeans that were most likely too small for him and a dirtied yellow shirt.

He and the other boy where stark contrasts of each other, which amused Gwen slightly.

Max glared at the girl with dark emerald eyes, no sign of life in sight.

"Not the talker?"

"It takes a while for him to loosen up." The redhead commented as he brushed himself off, standing up as he stuck out his hand. "Now that we're practically best friends, the names Edward. But you can call me Eddie."

"I think I'll stick with Edward, thanks." She smiled sweetly and shook his hand, not fazed by how sweaty it was. "Gwen."

Edward grinned brightly. "Ah, Gwendolyn!-"

"Gwen."

"Gwen… it's nice. I hope we can be of good help to you, Gwen!"

Gwen pursed her lips and nodded firmly, starting to regret her decision. She paused before taking a second glance at Edward. The teenager wore similar jeans o Max, but they weren't as tight-fitting, but were the same shade of navy blue. On his top half was a beige polo shirt with brown lining, nothing too fancy but it was definitely less dirty than his other pieces of attire.

"I swear to god, if you turn out to be some kind of stuck up little prick I'm gonna cut you."

"Hey, Gwen? What's going on out there?" David calmly strolled out the door and stood next to his friend, brows narrowed as he stared at the two random boys in front of them. "I'm guessing you boys want us to not kill you."

"Yes."

"Names?"

"Uh, that's Edward-"

"Eddie."

"Edward. And that's Max."

David glanced over at the shortest person, unfazed by the flash of anger and trauma that flickered in the young boy's eyes. "Well, nice to meet you boys! I'm David, and of course I would apologize for your meeting with Gwen, but we can't really help it."

"Don't bother apologizing, David. Who can blame her for being so ruthless in these desperate situations?"

"I like this kid." Gwen scoffed snarkily and jabbed David with her elbow. "Welp, come on you little shits. Bout time you boys got some proper food in ya."